The way we fit together melts my anxiety about just what exactly I’m doing there and makes me want him again. I shouldn’t have slept with him. This wasn’t the closure I longed for. It was an opening. I could blame it on the endorphins he saturated my body with, or latent altitude sickness. Temporary insanity. The scandalously high thread count of his sheets. The way he said that it didn’t matter. I could blame it on a million things, but nothing could have kept this from happening. We are magnets. Put us close by, and no one can control the way we snap together. I feel closer to him right now that I’ve ever felt to another human being. I have to tell him about the contract so there are no secrets between us before I say goodbye, before I have to leave this in a good light. I can’t bear for him to look back on our time in anger. Goosebumps spread over my skin, sent from the places on my back he’s tracing meaningless patterns with his fingertips. I take a deep breath to plunge in, but he lightly pinches the back of my arm and beats me to it.
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